Can you feel me slide in?
Can you hear your blood pound?
I will think of you in pieces
I will picture us found
My filthy mouth, well it makes my mom proud
I will bask in our disaster
If it’ll phase us out
Hey carmelina
Target practice is for mexico
And I’ve become spectacular
Which is strange cause I feel dumb
Can you feel me glide in?
Can you make the pig sound?
I will think of you above me always
I will picture us clowns
My filthy mouth
Well it hides my clean selves
I will bask in my disaster
Maybe it’ll phase me out
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